Who's the Real Sell Out

What is this world really about? I can listen to the President and still not understand a word out of his mouth, Is he for the American people or is he only in office to institute wars, He captured Saddam so I guess for his father he has settled all the scores. But look at our nation right now; we’re still suffering from poverty, Why not show our kids in the ghettos something else wonderful to see, Let’s do away with the crimes and take the guns off the streets, This would be my main topic for when the President and I come to meet! “Dear Sir, how are you doing my name is Curtis and I’m a tax paying citizen,” It seems like you’re glorifying your capture of Saddam but this war we didn’t win, We have soldiers in Iraq dying for absolutely no reason, And if they abandon your Father’s war you’ll hold them for treason! Saddam was said to possess weapons of mass destruction, I think an impeachment is call for before you lead us into corruption, In 2005 I think Florida’s voting poles shouldn’t be mention, And by the end of 2005 voting, George Bush Jr. should be awaiting his pension! I have spoken about one of the problems in our society so I should assail another, This cry for awareness goes out to my fellow black brothers, We are caught up in Babylon’s system with all our material items, Sean John puts out hundred dollars sweat suits and we’ll rush out to buy them. Big Tymers wear these icy chains and we label them as stars, While young black men sees this as truly living while locked up behind bars, We have been brainwash and told that this was the way to be living, I don’t believe in those views because my state of mind is to be giving. I was born into this world with a little weak mind, It was easily corrupted that it directed me to a short period of crime, But a wise man came into my life and showed me the right way, He’s in Heaven now but I still bout my head to him every night when I pray! In time of dismay I know he’ll always be by my side, And I thank you again Tennyson for teaching me to keep my pride, At the beginning of this poem I asked, “What is this world really about?” So everyone take a look at yourselves and tell me who’s the real sell out? “Even in a world of weeds a Rose can still be form”